Bruce lay on the bed for three whole days before he woke up.
When he woke up, he felt surprisingly good. Good in every sense of the word.
He felt that his vision and hearing had improved.
He could even see the small gap in the wall furthest away from his bed.
His strength had also increased, and his physical fitness had improved. And he was in a good mood.
The haze of Foyet had been swept away.
Although there were still some minor problems in the future.
That couldn't stop him from smiling when he thought about it.
Although it was very likely that the upper limit of his ability would increase after overdrafting his ability,
He could indeed feel that the Super Regeneration Factor in his body was more active than before.
But did this also lead to an improvement in all aspects of his physical fitness? He still needed to test how much he had improved, but Bruce felt that he could beat at least three of his old self now. For him who had the memory of the reincarnation space,
Every increase in strength could be used to its fullest potential.
Wait, he fainted.
Did this mean that …
Bruce thought of something and stiffly reached out his right hand to touch his chest. Very good, there was no pain. He did not give up and pulled open his clothes to look down.
His smooth skin was intact. His Super Regeneration Ability could be controlled by him when he was awake.
But if he lost consciousness, this ability would immediately repair his body.
At that time, he had actually overdrafted his ability and felt weak after saving Haley. After that, he went through Foyet's physical labor.
After that, accompanying Jack was already a little difficult.
Until his team members arrived, he handed Jack to them.
He did not want to reveal anything in front of Hotch. Until he and Morgan went downstairs, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He felt a wave of dizziness.
He lost consciousness.
Bruce's brain crashed for a second. His first reaction was, 'Does Hotch know about this? What would he think? ' Although mutated humans were not a secret to the government, and Hotch was very likely to have known about the existence of mutated humans a long time ago. Mutated humans were a very small proportion of ordinary people, and they also had special abilities. Many people regarded them as aliens. Would Hotch also think that he was an alien?
This question obviously could not be answered before he met Hotch. Bruce immediately thought of Foyet's problem. His wound was gone, so the one hundred stabs he gave Foyet … Was it too late for him to stab himself back?
Before he could throw this unreliable idea out of his mind, the ward was invaded by heavily armed special police officers. "You are under arrest for intentional injury."
Bruce was a little confused. He shouldn't be a terrorist or a serial killer, right? Bruce, who was still wearing a hospital gown, was rudely handcuffed by a special police officer. He was escorted out of the room and into the police car.
Garcia, who was holding Bruce's favorite hyacinth, which was not white but the most common blue, walked towards Bruce's ward. When she saw Bruce being escorted out not far from her, the flowers in her hand fell to the ground. Thinking of the comforting smile Bruce gave her when he saw her, Garcia took out her phone from her bag. "Boss, Bruce was arrested by the special police at the hospital. I'm not sure about the details. I was walking towards the ward …"
Two days later, in the BAU conference room, Prentiss was puzzled. "Bruce's bail application was rejected. Why?"
Bail was when the suspect paid a certain amount of bail before the case was tried, and signed the bail agreement promising to appear in court on time. This way, the suspect would not be detained until the trial. Generally, only those who had committed a serious crime or were likely to cause great harm to society were not allowed to bail. Bruce should not be in the category of not being allowed to bail.
Reid frowned. "I don't know. It's very strange. And Bruce was not arrested by the police. I don't know which department sent the special police."
Everyone was at a loss. Rossi said, "We'll get to the bottom of Bruce's case. Now, let's focus on the new case."
JJ looked at everyone and showed the case information on the screen. He introduced the case to the team.
What the team didn't expect was that when they returned to Quantico a few days later, they were gathered in the conference room not long after they returned to the office.
"No way. We just got off the plane. Another case?" Morgan complained helplessly. "Don't the other teams have time?"
Prentiss shrugged. Just as he was about to say something, Hotch pushed the door open and walked in with a serious face. He looked around at everyone with a serious expression. "Jones broke out of prison."
"What?" Several voices said almost in unison.
“Garcia。”
At Hotch's signal, Garcia was still a little shocked. He picked up the remote control and pressed it. "This is the surveillance footage from the multiple cameras in the Washington DC prison. I edited it."
The video appeared on the screen. Bruce was wearing an orange prison uniform and lying on the bed in what was probably the infirmary of the prison. His hands and feet were handcuffed separately. Two doctors, one male and one female, wearing white coats, were also on the screen. The male was older. From his appearance, he looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He stood beside the bed, and the younger female doctor stood further away.
There was no sound in the video, probably because the cameras did not have a recording function. He could only see Bruce lying flat on his back with an expressionless face. His head was tilted, and his eyes were staring blankly ahead. There was a needle in his arm, and a red liquid was flowing through the needle into the blood bag beside him. The two doctors just stood there and looked at Bruce. They did not talk to each other.
After a while, the woman doctor came forward and pulled out the needle. The man doctor held the blood bag in his hand and said something to Bruce. He reached out and patted Bruce's face with a strange smile.
Bruce's right hand suddenly broke free from the handcuffs and punched the doctor in the face. Then, he put his right hand on his left wrist and broke the handcuffs on his left hand. He sat up abruptly.
The male doctor panicked and rushed to the side to sound the alarm. When he turned around, he found that Bruce had already gotten off the bed and was standing behind him. Bruce was pointing a dark red long knife at him. It was still emitting a cold aura.
Bruce said something to him, and the male doctor showed a look of fear. He took two steps back and almost fell to the ground. Bruce placed the long knife beside the male doctor's neck, and with a slight movement of his hand, the male doctor fell to the ground. He glanced at the woman doctor who was scared to the corner not far away. He walked to the door, pushed it open, and walked out.
The screen went black, and then nine images appeared on the screen in a nine-square grid. They were all scenes of Bruce passing by different places in the prison and cutting the iron bars with the knife to make a path for people to pass through.
After that, there was a video of Bruce's encounter with the prison guards. Facing two or three prison guards, Bruce's figure nimbly approached them. It looked like he easily dodged the bullets and took down the prison guards. Facing a team of more than five prison guards, he could also dodge most of the bullets. The rest were blocked by a red block that appeared out of thin air in his left hand. It was used as a shield.
Although he was more than 1.8 meters tall, Bruce's movements were unbelievably agile, like a dexterous cat. Furthermore, his efficiency was frighteningly high. In just a few seconds, he was able to make the prison guard lose his ability to fight and collapse. He was like an assassin in the dark, but he was attacking directly from the front. It was almost as if he had defeated his opponent in just a few seconds.
Just like that, Bruce fought his way to the prison gate and saw a team of fully armed special police officers with guns pointed at him.
The special police officers probably warned Bruce to put down his weapons. After a while, Bruce in the video threw the long knife and small shield in his hands on the ground and slowly raised both of his hands. When the special police officers were about to approach, snow suddenly fell from the sky. What was even more strange was that the falling snow directly froze the special police officers into ice statues.
Bruce turned around and looked at the camera at the prison gate for two seconds. His pair of black eyes were very deep. He didn't do anything and just looked at the camera. His expressionless face under the camera sent chills down people's spines.
Then, he turned around and left. His figure quickly disappeared from the camera's range.
The video ended there, and the conference room was silent. After a while, JJ forced a smile and said, "Emm … Do we need to add special effects to the information that is sent to us now?"
"No, there are no special effects. I have analyzed it a few times. There are no traces of post-production." Garcia's voice was not as playful as usual.
"S-Class mutated human." Rossi looked into everyone's eyes and explained, "This is the government's classification of mutated humans. S, super, represents a mutated human with great influence. It is usually the kind of mutated human with AOE killing ability or strategic ability."
There was another moment of silence.
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